We went into his condo parking the convertible in the garage. We were looking at my painting in the living room with our arms around each other’s wa...ist. The doorbell rang surprising us both.Jack went to answer the door. It was Becky and John. Jack said, “Good afternoon. Sandy and I just hung a new painting two days ago.”Becky came in and said, “It’s gorgeous, Dad. Where did you buy it?”“I didn’t buy it. It was given to me by the artist.”John said, “Wow, Dad! I didn’t know you knew any artists. .finally he granted me permission but only when he felt me start to squirt uncontrollably. Once I was done he grabbed my waist and slid his rock hard cock inside me. He had no plans to be gentle with me that night. As he fucked me harder I couldnt help but start to moan and scream a little. Still bent over the bed with my hands handcuffed behind my back he leaned down and grabbed one leg and lifted it so that it rested on his shoulder as he stood back up. With one hand wrapped around my thigh. She was still at a loss as to why he had acted the way he had. Losing his temper like that was so unlike him. Even in the worst situation, he was an island of calm. He had no reason to be angry with her, she was sure she had done nothing to make him mad.She put on her robe and went down to the kitchen. Acting on autopilot, she made a pot of coffee. While it was brewing, she dialed his cell phone again. It rang three times, and then went to his voice mail. It was obvious he was intentionally not. She saw a color that didn’t belong there at all, cyan and silver, it was a yarn spool. THE YARN!The door came to a close.“Wait! Wait!” she cried, “I really do know how to get out of here. Please if you help me get out I’ll show you too.”“How?” It queried with its unsettling voice.“I have a way of getting out, but you have to promise not to kill me after we escape.” Silence lingered,“Deal.” Was its singular response.She felt the cold steel keep on going down her back and go over the sweaty flesh.